Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Vainqueur to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
X-101,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
Sparks,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Enemy,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.